We had our annual club BPCRT match over the weekend. Participation in this match is dwindling literally because of people dying off. I have a young friend that likes to shoot and I've been trying to get him to try it for several years. He has been married for a couple years and has 2 very young boys and is the head of IT in his county school system so free time is at a premium.
Anyway I told him about the match and I had a rifle and ammo that he could use if he wanted and he accepted. The rifle is a C-Sharps 75 in 38-55. I bought it as a hunting rifle so it has a 26" barrel and stock trigger and the sights are not very good. Windage is a sliding cup and the elevation scale is very hard to read even with a magnifying glass and isn't the standard vernier. The kid flops down at 300yrd and proceeds to shoot a 96-4X.
We move back to 500yd and I had to guess at the elevation setting since I only had settings for 300 and 600. First shot is a 6 at 6 o'clock. I tell him to move the sights up a little bit and he shoots a 10 and goes for score. He then shoots an X a 10, 7, 10 and a miss which hit very low in the berm. He said that the round was very hard to chamber so we didn't change anything and he finished respectfully but the miss killed him but he was still in 2nd place. Sunday we moved back to 600yd and by the time he got on the line the wind was all over the place and he had 2 misses, but still ended up in 3rd place.
I have won this match every year since 2011 except 12 when I wasn't there. It was named after my best friend who won it in both Cartridge and ML almost every year till his death. He was looking over someone else's shoulder this year though. My Godson who I also sucked into the game a couple years ago took first place and I was relegated to 2nd, and really would have been even happier with 3rd.
The new guy says that he wants to try the 1000yd matches at Atterbury this Sept and Ray Hopkins has offered him a rifle to shoot since he will be match director. Maybe we will have another young guy to carry things forward since long range shooter seem to be a dying breed around here.
The pictures behind the silver cups are of my buddy and Godson from several successful deer camps.
Bob